BDSM Tamed - 822

Tamed begins with 822 locked into metal stocks. A pussy flogging brings forth hysterical laughter from her. From there, her behavior only gets worse. She’s partly suspended and tied so that her arms are bent over her head and down to her back. The gag in her mouth creates a constant string of drool. She gnashes at him, trying to bite him. He attaches nasty clips on tender skin. She emits the incomparable 822 screech, screaming and twisting. After this display, she’s strapped to a rail and pussy whipped again. Then her arms are stretched above her head and she’s -whipped. A tangled mass of whip marks colors her skin. She turns first one way, then the other, protecting her breasts. So he purposefully wraps the whip around her body. The tip tears at her breasts. On her hands and knees, 822’s neck is chained in five directions. He’s locked her ankles locked down, but her hands are free. She busily unscrews a shackle. Repeated shocks from the cattle prod slow her down. But she’s bratty. She sticks out her tongue. She throws a disingenuous kiss. Finally, her wrists are locked behind her back. She’s presented with a dildo. She bites it. She spits. He brings out the “elephant trunk” and wails away on her ass. 822 cyd relentlessly, matching him stroke for stroke. Before long, her ass is so welted up, she’s as red as a bitch in heat. But she once again bites the prick when it’s presented. More whipping. Mr. Pogo penetrates her cunt. A leather paddle whacks away at her. She finally agrees to lick Ms Pogo, complaining about the taste of baby powder.